Callidora's eyebrow lifted. "In a cave?" she repeated, thinking about what dragon would keep their items in a cave, insecure and- Oh, wait. She remembered her mother telling her that not all dragons thought in such a practical sense as Silver ones. Many clung to the old ways and did not wish to embrace the change and the world as it was which was why so many of them were hurt or killed and hunted to near extinction. "No, I do not keep anything in a cave."
She was a mighty dragon, not a cave dweller. "Who could appreciate and envy my collection if it were hidden away in a cave?"